"Balance is what I am of." Another, slow, long drag on her cigarette before holding it up as she held the smoke in. "To one immortal, who's body will never die, the temporary death that this offers brings with it a microcosm of balance. Death, followed by rebirth. The surge of Chaos soothed away by the return of Order. Your own such swings are similar; put up the illusion of the form you wish, only to deny it and tear away at the walls you have built up. Form the bonds of a family, only to throw it to the wind when family by blood wishes to claim you once more. You have made no choice; you have instead given in to be ruled by what you perceive, rather than what would be real if you would wish it so."

"Will you still allow what has no hold here to rule over you, Trickster who stands between worlds?"